Day 45...and I'm going to run away
"Mommy" "Mommy" "Hey MOM" "Mom, guess what?" "Mommy!!!" "Mom"
Mommymommymommymommommomooo....
The whole apartment looks like shit. Dishes everywhere...laundry mountains...a bathroom that is too dirty to get clean in...the dinning room table is lost in a heap of papers that I know are important...there are book orders to fill out...and lunch to be packed (but I can't do that until I clean the kitchen)...there are bills to be paid, that I don't have money for, but they are lost somewhere on the table, so I guess I will forget about them until I get some threatening shut off notice...my daughter is worried about her weight and I feel like I have failed her...there's a weird smell that has no apparent source....
...and I haven't had a good shag in 18+ months.
I am not in a happy place.
And my daughter just informed me that she has no clean underwear.